[b][color =red]Poem in Poetry's World[/color]
Poem is my melody
I sang her to my every rhythm
She is my feelings my thinking
She has exposed many my thoughts
Often times a million over again
For me she'd paved ways into limelight
It minds to me a lot
That she's master ownership of my words
Poem: she's my right hand cook in whom I am well fed to the brim
Is a poem; Nothing that makes me happy?
Yes, rather than anything else is poem
Right from time
She'd claimed to be
The only shoes fitted for the clothes in my wardrobe
Often clothed my bathbody when due
Prevail than action is Poem
While on everytime of my dinner
I ate poem cos she's the only wild meal that can see me through hunger's gate
Yes! Out of boredom
I sit and write in ink
Just to pass time
And I am glad that...
I am into "YOU"
Into 'Poem in poetry's world'.
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